He That Unburied Lies Wants

The Created World Is But A Small Parenthesis In Eternity.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

With What Shift And Pains We Come Into The World We Remember Not; But 'tis Commonly Found No Easy Matter To Get Out Of It.

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.

There Is A Rabble Among The Gentry As Well As The Commonalty; A Sort Of Plebeian Heads Whose Fancy Moves With The Same Wheel As These Men?in The Same Level With Mechanics, Though Their Fortunes Do Sometimes Gild Their Infirmities And Their Purses Compound For Their Follies.